A fic, run while you can!
Tittle: Souvenir
Fandom: Soul Nomad & the World Eaters
Pairing: Gig/Male!hero
Rating: K+, I guess
Genre: Angst?
Words: 205
Summary: Gig has successfully wrecked Prodesto and comes back to Drazil to tell the job's done. Still, Gig isn't feeling that happy. Oh yeah, and SPOILERS for orgin of the hero's sword.
It was over and his work was done. Prodesto was flat, lifeless wasteland that nobody would belive to have been home to numberious races. The 200 years in that onyx blade of Median´s migth have left him a little rusty so to be honest he left greater mess than what he had originally intended.
But that was all past and behind him, it was time to return to Drazil.
All three lords of Drazil were pleased, even thought Gamma wasn’t happy with the time it had taked him, but it wasn’t really his problem. As he turned to leave - there wasn’t anything for him here anymore, anyway - Gamma called him.
“Oh yeah, Gig” he started, glancing at what the silver haired god held in his arms with such amount of care. “What is that?”
Gig made an “hmm?” and looked down. The colours of life might had left his face and the red hair made him look even more pale than he was, but for Gig it looked as beautiful as ever. They did know each others only for a while, but they had had a real connection. For real.
He gave light laugh and looked back at Gamma. “Can’t you tell? It’s s souvenir.”
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Fuck, it's tomorrow allreaddy... I'll just sleep in school or something.
Fandom: Soul Nomad & the World Eaters
Pairing: Gig/Male!hero
Rating: K+, I guess
Genre: Angst?
Words: 205
Summary: Gig has successfully wrecked Prodesto and comes back to Drazil to tell the job's done. Still, Gig isn't feeling that happy. Oh yeah, and SPOILERS for orgin of the hero's sword.
It was over and his work was done. Prodesto was flat, lifeless wasteland that nobody would belive to have been home to numberious races. The 200 years in that onyx blade of Median´s migth have left him a little rusty so to be honest he left greater mess than what he had originally intended.
But that was all past and behind him, it was time to return to Drazil.
All three lords of Drazil were pleased, even thought Gamma wasn’t happy with the time it had taked him, but it wasn’t really his problem. As he turned to leave - there wasn’t anything for him here anymore, anyway - Gamma called him.
“Oh yeah, Gig” he started, glancing at what the silver haired god held in his arms with such amount of care. “What is that?”
Gig made an “hmm?” and looked down. The colours of life might had left his face and the red hair made him look even more pale than he was, but for Gig it looked as beautiful as ever. They did know each others only for a while, but they had had a real connection. For real.
He gave light laugh and looked back at Gamma. “Can’t you tell? It’s s souvenir.”
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Fuck, it's tomorrow allreaddy... I'll just sleep in school or something.